We got out of Amarillo this morning before ten.  First stop - Cadillac Ranch.  Cadillac Ranch has become a spray painters heaven.  There were about twenty people, mostly kids, wielding multiple cans of spray paint climbing all over these hulks spraying over all of the paint that was put on the day before.  The paint alone probably ways more than the automobiles.  Anything that was once attached to the cars has been removed and it is actually difficult to tell that they were all Cadillacs.  A bit of a disappointment, which is strange for people who find a tacky fiberglass blue whale constructed in a polluted pond interesting.  The area around  the cars is littered with empty spray cans and trash.  There was a couple there with a truckload of camera equipment;  Dale Roth and Michele Ramberg are professional photographers from Alberta, Canada.  They had flown from Alberta to Austin, rented a Cadillac and drove to Amarillo to take pictures of Cadillac Ranch and the people who have nothing better to do than empty spray paint cans on the already covered in paint.  And people think we are a little strange for buying a 45 year old Cadillac and driving it over two thousand miles accross the country.   They had been waiting there to find some interesting people to talk with and photograph, unfortunately these interesting people were too busy displaying there artistic genius with a couple of dozen spray cans of paint to talk with these strange people with all the cameras.  When they learned that we were the owners of the fine looking Cadillac convertible they thought they decided that they would like to get some pictures of an old Cadillac and some interesting people in front of the Cadillac Ranch. Unfortunately they only had Steven and I so the gave up the interesting part of the church and settled for us and the car in front of the all the other Cadillacs.  We spent about 20 minutes getting our pictures taken.

Leaving the Cadillac Ranch we headed west on I40.  Route 66 parallels the interstate through almost all of Texas.  A few miles down the road we stopped for lunch at the Midpoint Cafe in West Texas.  The Midpoint Cafe is famous for its “ugly pies” (only on route 66).  The menu had about ten items - burgers, BLTs, toasted cheese sandwiches, soup and a couple other things.  They are famous for their “ugly pies” because some old woman about 60 years ago made great tasting, but messy looking pies.  I had an apple cobbler, it didn’t looks so bad, but then you couldn’t see it under the giant scoop of vanilla ice cream I had them put on it.

I am going to send this now and pick up again on a later blog.  This computer seems to keep losing my work.  This is the third time I have tried to get this thing posted and I don’t want to lose it again.

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